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I’m not a mean person, but I like to enable mean people.

something hannibal’s said at least once at some point

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IC CARDS AGAINST HUMANITY

http://pyx-2.socialgamer.net/game.jsp#game=24

i’m in as will! no duplicates if that’s alright. :o

message me for the password.

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actual puppy will graham

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far away long ago burning dim as an ember things my heart used to know once upon a december

il dolce soror: the sweetest sister an independent mischa lecter blog

i. 12+ years of roleplaying experience.

ii. multiship/multiverse, selective, independent.

iii. oc && crossover friendly, even encouraged.

iv. amenable to all types of roleplay, including script, para, and novella. 

v. the askbox is always open and alternate forms of contact (ie; skype) are available upon request.

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far away long ago burning dim as an ember things my heart used to know once upon a december

il dolce soror: the sweetest sister an independent mischa lecter blog

i. 12+ years of roleplaying experience.

ii. multiship/multiverse, selective, independent.

iii. oc && crossover friendly, even encouraged.

iv. amenable to all types of roleplay, including script, para, and novella. 

v. the askbox is always open and alternate forms of contact (ie; skype) are available upon request.

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{{  - shameful self-promo -

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Send me "I wish you were mine" for my muses reaction.

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favorite hannibal episode

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if you ever wanna ship with me just come to my ask and be like “listen dick face we bout to fuck shit up with a ship ok.”

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Headcanons!

☠: Their worst habit.

☮: How they keep calm.

♥: How they show affection.

♕: Their most prized possessions.

★: Their favorite celebrity.

☼: Favorite season.

☁: How they feel about cold weather.

☻: Person who could without a doubt make them happy.

☹: A thought that makes them sad.

♫: Favorite music genres.

✍: A langauge they can speak.

✖: A trait they despise in people.

△: Views on lgtbq issues

ツ: A guilty desire of theirs.

☃: Would they build a snowman

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Leave an anonymous love letter for my muse.

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Waltzing back into his room, Hannibal was expecting to meet Will with the drinks he had prepared for them; as their conversation had already been starting to head to many places at quite a steady speed, much to the doctor's surprise, Will was fast asleep. And just in the very center of Hannibal's bed. Sitting at the edge of his bed, Hannibal set the tray of drinks down, debating upon nudging Will to wake him. Yet, Hannibal seemed to result in lying next to him, arms around the other man's waist.

   He hadn't realized he was so tired. He'd played it off rather well-- maybe he'd finally tricked himself into thinking he actually wasn't. Or perhaps he was just so utterly engrossed in their conversations that he'd disregarded his own exhaustion to continue them. As it was, however, the second the doctor left the room and Will was left on his own, his body slumped some, and his eyelids fought to keep open.

   The next thing he knew, he was blinking blearily, eyes set on the ceiling and a weight around his middle and against his side. Reaching up to rub his eyes, he turned his head, staring at Hannibal for a long moment, as though he were trying to figure out what was happening.

    — ” Mm... Doctor Lecter..? “

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Winter Starter Sentences

"Baby, it’s cold outside." 

"Don’t forget your sweater." 

"Do you want marshmallows with your cocoa?" 

"We’re snowed in!" 

"The roads are too icy, looks like you’re staying here." 

"What do you want for Christmas." 

"I got your present today!" 

"Do you believe in Santa?" 

"You still believe in Santa?" 

"Your nose is as red as Rudolph’s." 

"Are you looking forward to guiding Santa’s sleigh?" 

"Can you name all the reindeer’s?" 

"What’s your favorite Christmas song?" 

"Merry Christmas, baby" 

"Merry Christmas!" 

"I’m cold." 

"Cuddle me?" 

"Do you have an extra blanket?" 

"Could you sleep with me tonight? For warmth." 

"Is that mistletoe?"

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"What did you do?"

   Her voice tore him free from the rapids that had become of his mental stream, and his eyes snapped towards her, the grey of an incoming storm. His expression was stone cold, no expression to betray his inner thoughts, lips kept tight in a thin line.

    — ” I... I did what I had to, Abigail. “